Seeds in the hear to sow
Dreams , plants to grow
watered with tears of pain
Dreams not to end in vain
awaiting the flowers to bloom
a souls joy from gloom

the story of her life
is such that it has no real beginning
a child thrown into adulthood
still treated like a child
abandoned and reclaimed
altered and unnoticed
The words were never spoken
no one ever asked
decades pass and they forget
she carries the nightmares, alone
it is time that it unfolds for all
time for the ugly to be shared
and room to be made for better things
now that it is time, there is no telling
there is no tale
beginning where, as a child
at the tragedy, after the pain?
it must be told,
it is her story
but the words won't come

Vacuum-sealed in cloudy plastic
Suffocating by design
No claws to tear through
No blades to slice
The coldness of the air seeps through
But no breath can be taken
Peek-a-boo I see you
Creepy clouded faces stare
Known yet quite veiled in circumstance
The harder the struggle
The weaker the fight
Light fades as breath strains
Wishing for pinholes

Sun stained eyes
Salt textured skin
Mouth breathes in the ocean air
Nose tastes the sea-gulls shrieks
He seeks
Ocean speaks
One gives
The other takes
And both make
A balanced happiness

Sea-gull's wings glide
Mirrored by the ocean's tides
Through the folds of wind
That causes ripples and constant change
Here, there, and everywhere

Salt liquid waves
Blue stained waters
Always moving
Always changing face
Detaching shells from the sand floor
And deforming the crusted and colorful reefs

(a tale of goodbye)*


I know this is not the end
but, it feels like it.

Patiently I wait until we perform
our last scene together.

Possess by the passions of
two star-crossed lovers,

our enactment brought silence
over the room.

Anxiety flushes over me
as we take our final bow
and the curtain closes.

Secretly my heart hopes for
a standing ovation, even an encore.

I yearn for one last moment
to spend with you in our short story.

Sorrow engulfs my entire being.

My body starts rejecting
the thought of losing you.

As I look into your eyes, I reflect back on
how beautiful we were together.

I question...

Can we add another scene?

Why does it have to end?


~Butterfly εїз  2011©